Tag Archive: knee injuries

I do apologize for the lack of attention I’ve given this place. I’ve been in kind of a bad mood lately, as a result my drinking has gotten worse. I’ve also been very busy with both snow, and work, therefore I’ve had alot of my plate.

Maybe when I’m in a sour drunken mood, I’ll post something relevant.

In the mean time, though, I recommend watching the Blair VS Hitchens debate. It was pretty funny.

Since I have had no time to think of any decent anti-theistic points to bring up today in this blog, I’ll have to do what I first promised, and regail ye with the story of how I smashed up my kneecap. It’s fitting, since tonight, my knee really seems to be giving me some pain.

*Wavy flashback effect*

So, in these days, I was binge drinking even more than I do now, and had built up quite the tolerance to alcohol. On one of these frequent nights out, my friend Marc was still coming out with us, since then, it’s rare for the majority of my group of friends to be out. So, after a fun night out at the pub, everyone was rather drunk, except for myself. At this point in time I could drink more than most people, and probably twice as much as I can now, and that’s quite a decent amount.

So, I was tipsy, but still fairly coherent, but for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to jump on Marc’s back, when he was very drunk. He fell over sideways, of course taking me down as well, in the process. I hit the side of my kneecap on the curb, which fractured it. My kneecap, that is, not the curb.

At first, I thought I was okay, it hurt a little bit, but not too much. I laughed it off, and tried to get back up, but I realised I couldn’t move my leg. It had literally no strength in it, whatsoever. I had to pretty much be carried home, as I couldn’t support my own weight. I devoured some painkillers and passed out in my bed.

The morning after, I woke up in agony and found I was still unable to even lift my leg from a laying position. My parents took me up to the hospital, where they told me I’d fractured my patella, and I had an x-ray done, where they x-rayed the wrong leg. Stupid morons.

I spent most of the next 2 months sat on my arse playing video games. I barely remember anything, since I was out of my head on painkillers the whole time. After this couple of months I was able to walk again with the aid of a crutch and leg brace. I was once called “House” by my friend Brooker, due to my grumpy nature, and limping around with a crutch. I took this as a compliment. After a few weeks of the leg brace, I could finally support my own weight, though my knee still ached most of the time afterwards. Then I smashed it up almost a year later, again, whilst very drunk. This time the recuperation period was about a month, it wasn’t as bad as the first time.

To this day, though, my knee is still weak, and still causes me pain, alot of the time.

So, there you go! There’s an insight into why I’m such a grumpy bastard! My advice: Be careful with your knees. You’ll need them.